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THE WIFE'S WILL.


Where scarce the scattered, stunted trees
 Can yield an answering swell,
But where a wilderness of heath
 Returns the sound as well.


For yonder garden, fair and wide,
 With groves of evergreen,
Long winding walks, and borders trim,
 And velvet lawns between;


Restore to me that little spot,
 With grey walls compassed round,
Where knotted grass neglected lies,
 And weeds usurp the ground.


Though all around this mansion high
 Invites the foot to roam,
And though its halls are fair within—
 Oh, give me back my Home!

Acton.



THE WIFE'S WILL.

Sit still—a word—a breath may break
(As light airs stir a sleeping lake,)
The glassy calm that soothes my woes,
The sweet, the deep, the full repose.